From star abyss

Chapter 732 437. Huge Waves

The planet that gave birth to civilization is always rotating. No matter how cold and long the night is, the sun will always rise.

Fight, corrupt, fight, corrupt.

These self-proclaimed idealists are always fighting.

They are slaves, untouchables, and despised lower class people. They could have lived a short life in indifference and loneliness. They are insignificant and submerged in the long river of history. They are not as worth remembering as a cold technology.

But they kept fighting.

History has mercilessly crushed them several times, and then they have risen from the ashes.

That fire called ideal, no matter how many times it changes, will always be rekindled at some point.

really weird.

This level of fire is not enough to light up this universe.

It's just an embers, but it can't be extinguished.

Temporary, angry, sad, stupid, and indestructible.

‘History is always rolling forward. It seems that the old days are reappearing, but they are already new poems. ’

When I realized this, I was raising young children in the land of the Dragon Moon, clearing the void with quality rain.

I am not good at fighting. Among the original species, I am also the youngest and the one with the shortest qualifications.

But it seems that precisely because of my youth, I am closer to the world than any original species.

When I realized that ideals are the only belief in the struggle of mortal things, I started to do the same thing as them.

But I also know.

People with ideals will always be destroyed by reality.

I will be like them, destined to be routed and destroyed by the onslaught of the void.

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The broken plates of the island were pushed to unknown places by the waves, and the low-hanging stars alternated with the day. A gust of sea breeze blew by, bringing the fragrance of spring flowers. This ignorant and warm signal seemed particularly wonderful at this moment.

The noise of seabirds woke up Li Ozi. He sat up from a flower field, picked up a coat from the side and put it on, revealing his beautiful chest and abdominal muscles. After being moistened by the rain and dew, his skin looked even more beautiful. break.

After being awakened by the seabirds, Li Ozi's brain felt a little groggy. He rubbed his head, and his messy hair was blown by the gentle breeze of the Dragon Satellite. The kindness made him look like a lady. .

As Li Ozi woke up, the grass seeds and dust on his body actively dispersed and left, not daring to pollute his body. Li Ozi has become accustomed to it and enjoys his honor as a matter of course.

The so-called dominance system means that you have to eat soft food and eat hard. Are you envious? In exchange for intelligence.

But think about it, 99% of people cannot achieve a class jump based on IQ, so it is better to smile sweetly and choose the path that suits you.

only.

Li Ozi lowered his head and glanced at the grassland that was created after being ravaged by decay radiation and gravitational waves.

——If you consider that for two beings whose combined age is older than the sun, this road may not be easy.

He took a deep breath. After having sex for the first time, his whole body was filled with an indescribable feeling. He was not the domineering and rough type, but he was not gentle and considerate either.

Wild? Well, sort of.

To put it bluntly, it is like a Maine Coon cat, with extraordinary and just the right strength, without making the other party feel disgusted.

Li Ozi rubbed his temples and was savoring the lingering breath on his body when suddenly a cup of coffee was handed to him, followed by gentle whispers:

"Are you awake? How do you feel?"

"It depends on the aspect." Li Ozi took the coffee and took a sip: "It's so bitter. Didn't you put sugar in it?"

"The coffee made by combining it with weak force doesn't have any metallic astringency, which is already good."

Mired said, sitting down next to Li Ozi, holding the coffee cup in both hands, and said:

"It seems to make sense that short-lived species would choose this method to extend their lives, and create various cultural products to praise and praise this behavior, and even trade it as commodities."

"So you feel good?"

"It depends on who you follow." Mired stuck out her tongue and gently licked the edge of the coffee cup. After one night, her eyes became much calmer: "In a journey that I cannot measure with 'years', I I have witnessed countless vows of eternal love, and every newlywed couple initially thought that they could grow old together with each other, but due to various reasons, most of them ended up unhappy and ended miserably."

"Not everyone has true love, don't take a moment as eternity." Li Ozi picked up the coffee: "Would you like a cup?"

"Your sense of ritual is really strong and complicated. To celebrate your life, you have to celebrate your birthday, to celebrate your marriage, you have to hold a wedding, and even when you die, you have to have a funeral."

As he said this, Mired picked up the cup:

"So, what's this toast to?"

"Don't think so much. First of all, this is not wine, and secondly, you are not my mother. Short-lived people will get wrinkles if they think too much."

"Of course I won't be your mother - but if you change your mind one day..."

"Don't think so much."

Clang.

Cups and cups are crossed, coffee replaces wine, and caffeine, which makes people more awake, replaces alcohol content and makes people intoxicated.

Milad opened her arms and took Li Ozi's head into her arms. Li Ozi didn't bother to resist. He was tired enough. He simply narrowed his eyes and leaned quietly on the other person's shoulder.

"Don't think too much about anything, little one." Mired said in a rare soothing tone: "Everyone will have a moment when they need to cuddle up. Even if you are Leos, if you had someone to accompany you..."

"Then Leoz is still the same Leoz. The fire of chaos burned his power to love and be loved, and turned him into a sharp blade to fight for Xingyuan - when the blade was shattered, Xingyuan was still there. The cursed blade is stained with the blood of too many innocent people.”

Li Ozi said lazily:

"Of course, I inherited everything from Leoz, and I will naturally shoulder the sins of the past - but what Xingyuan owes me has not been taken back one by one."

"That's not your purpose, my dear." Mired raised her hand and gently scratched his chin: "You don't live for revenge."

"Of course... friends, career, ideals, there are many reasons in this world worthy of me wielding the sword." Li Ozi tilted his head in appreciation.

"Well, then I hope that one day, I will be one of those reasons."

Mired lifted his chin and said softly:

"Li Ozi, are you willing to continue living for me?"

"Forget it, when I die, you will continue to walk in this universe."

"It's such a pity that I can't die and I can't grow old with you."

Mired kissed the corner of his mouth and whispered in his ear: "If you disappear with the wind, I will chase the wind. The universe will continue to expand, and you will become my landmark leading to the end."

"What about after the end?"

"I assume that it will be a black hole evaporating and everything will wither. I think at that time, I will recite your name at the end of time and let your message be the end of this chapter."

Mired said calmly:

"For me, that's almost enough for me to forget you."

"...I suddenly discovered that the original species also has a kind of romance of time." Li Ozi said: "When I entangle you, it is like being written into a thick history book."

"I lied to you." Mired smiled: "A person like you will probably be forgotten in six trillion years. How can I still remember your image, your face, your hair?" What does it taste like? Just be satisfied if you can remember the name."

"That's true."

Li Ozi closed his eyes:

"That's fine. None of us have to be responsible for the other. There is also reproductive isolation across species. Just treat it like a sumptuous dinner."

"Realistically speaking, I am destined to forget you, just like you will not remember the exquisiteness of every dish and everyone's blessings at every birthday dinner."

Mired kissed his forehead and said:

"But I think the joy and joy of every birthday will never be forgotten."

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When the fate of Dragon Satellite was determined, a meteor fell from the sky.

Even though my long life has worn away my faith, I still realized one thing:

If there is a miracle, even if it is only the smallest possibility, it will happen one day.

The ashes of that ideal have been passed down for countless years, across civilizations and races, and will one day be rekindled.

Starting from the first slave who broke the shackles, to the ascendant who holds the grand narrative and steps firmly towards the star abyss.

Now, the miracle has reverberated.

The miracle is not a real thing, it is a fictional moon.

It is a star made with the blood and bones of practitioners, sent up to the sky with layers of corpses, and then reflects the sunlight that does not belong to you.

The bright moon in the sky is not blazing at all, not powerful at all, and silent.

There are countless craters on the surface of the moon, and people can't always see the darkness behind it. As an ideal meal replacement, the moon is actually not perfect.

But before the true dawn arrives, the moon will take its place and illuminate the dark earth.

I have seen countless stars aging and cooling, but I have never thought of looking up at the bright moon at night.

I saw people who were moving forward dying towards history, but I never thought about actually finding the path to practice.

But some existences do not move towards a sunny tomorrow, but become the moon unknowingly.

that is you.

Listen to me, you have done a good job and you have worked very hard. Maybe the reality will make you feel downcast and lose your fighting spirit.

However, you have to keep working hard.

The sun will rise, and you don’t need to be the one to greet the dawn.

Listen to me, don't be afraid, listen to me, don't give up.

You are the moon.

The moon that is dedicated silently and is made of mortal things.

Compared to stars, it seems to be eternally blazing.

I still like the moon the most.